How sweet the nectar is,

They make me float,In worlds, remoteSo very far awayWhere I can dreamAnd follow streams,Imagination, stealBe happy, sadEven be glad,While knowingNothing’s real.

That’s what we wantBut,Some dreams,Just gather, ever changingCloudsSome white, some gray,Ever changing shapes,Some sad, some gayLife is just that way,What we wantOften timesIs not,What we get,What destiny wroteIn its secret book,One dayOr even what we wishOur cards would say,Life is like a PlayWhere not always,Do we get the roleThe starring character,We though one dayWe’d play.

Smooth, round, pure and white,With words that say,In a nautical way,Because of you, Pearl,Beauty, became a poem today.

A treasured loveFor whom the poet’s heart,Forever longs.

But that’s what writing’s done for me,When I write, I’m totally Free, I’m me.

To go forward in our Art,Let us not betray one another,We must sustain each otherBravely, Sagely,Understanding,Every Poet’s Heart.